March 9, 2007

Spatula

Filed under: In English,Poetry,Text only — Sigrinn @ 20:52

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There is a hole in my heart,
and I thought it was your place
but now it seems like something else,
and I try to hide it away, I try to play
but I think it shows in my face,
in my hair, in my eyes, in my hands
what ever I do it’s there; in my way
I want to get rid of the hole,
open a closet; stow it on a shelf
close it with filler
before I hide from myself

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